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This website is about art, artists and the way some of them have influenced my whole life.
If at times the content may seem nostalgic, is only when it resonate in quality, in message and in power to influence human knowledge of one’s feelings.
I am reminded of the little time we have to meditate upon the beauty around us, in an infinity of forms.
It is a duty, I think to share values, like leaflets over a monotonous life, and troubled civilization, away from the roll of coins that cannot buy neither a soul, nor that which makes us human.
So happy trails, and I hope you too will find something in theses pages that you’ll like to share with others.
Thank You Friends,

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will lastBut whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fastYonder stands your orphan with his gunCrying like a fire in the sunLook out the saints are comin’ throughAnd it’s all over now, Baby BlueThe highway is for gamblers, better use your senseTake what you have gathered from coincidenceThe empty-handed painter from your streetsIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheetsThis sky, too, is folding under youAnd it’s all over now, Baby BlueAll your seasick sailors, they are rowing homeAll your reindeer armies, are all going homeThe lover who just walked out your doorHas taken all his blankets from the floorThe carpet, too, is moving under youAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for youForget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow youThe vagabond who’s rapping at your doorIs standing in the clothes that you once woreStrike another match, go start anewAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue

’twas in another lifetime, one of toil and bloodWhen blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mudI came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assuredI’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my wordIn a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involvedEverything up to that point had been left unresolved.Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail,Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ thereWith silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lostI took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ doveAnd old men with broken teeth stranded without love.Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothesI bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the lineBeauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”